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Over the past year-and-a-half, Harvey and I have been looking at boats in the 30 to 35 foot range. (editors note: this was prior to my marriage and his engagement...and yes I did try to talk him out of it, the marriage that is, not the boat)
By day I would shop the internet, he would read the classifieds and we would both drive through boat yards, and by night we would settle into one of the many local establishments (the city we live in has more bars per capita than any other in the US) for our nightly steak dinner specials and malted beverages. We must have thrown out over 20 or 30 bar napkins with 10 or 15 boat names each scribbled upon them. If I really check the drawers of my desk, I am sure I could find one or two.
As the beer flowed each name we found was better than the prior, or so we thought. We named boats after barmaids, bottles of booze, songs playing on the Juke-box... we even took time away from the naming process to calculate the cost of filling the water tank with cheap gin. But that is an entirely different story.
Although we didn't settle upon a name (a. we didn't have the boat and b. we couldn't agree) we did settle on the criteria: <ul> It Had to incorporate both of us It had to be unique (unlike the 2 knotmakers, 2 The Mental flosses, the zillion solitudes etc. we wanted to be the only one) It had to be thought provoking, We wanted people to think what it meant and ask us if they didn't know. In the same regard, we wanted them to understand it once we told them. Lastly, it had to have some humor. </ul> Beside the fact that The Admiral and Commodore respectively vetoed just about every name we could think of we still scoured our memory for movies, music, prose, even Playboy at one point, trying to find a good boat name. (keep in mind we still don't have a boat to be namedand we already have a name for the C-25) We did, though, have a number of possibles, weeded out from the hundreds.
Here are some of the names that we came up with.
<font color=red>In the 1 pitcher of beer category: </font id=red> <b>Fore Sail</b> - Because the 3 boats next to us in the marina were for sale and we felt left out because we didn't have a sign. Vetoed because it would only be good for a season at best. Storm Wolff - His middle name, my last name Vetoed because we thought we found a better one. Good for graphical thought though. <b>Wheezy or SS Wheezy Jefferson</b> - Cuz we were "Moving on UP" <b>SS Archie Bunker</b> - because it seemed funny at the time <b>Flying Wasp Too</b> - Came up with this one for obvious reasons, however quickly shot it down because and I quote "every body and their brothers monkey’s Uncle do that with there second boat"
<font color=red>In the Two Pitcher's of beer category:</font id=red>
<b> Von Luegger's Butter</b> - because we watched The Great Escape that morning. It was actually in the running for a week or two Until it was scrapped because we realized things are much funnier with alcohol. Not that we were drinking the entire time... <b> Whatever it Takes</b> - the boat we looked at prior to coming to the bar was hull number 221. If you Don't get it see the movie Mr. Mom. Lost its favor when we decided not to bid on the boat.
<font color=red>In the We had to take a cab home category:</font id=red> <b>Manco</b> - because we couldn't come up with a name and that was supposedly the name of Clint Eastwoods Character in "The man with no name" <b>Primates & Pigskin</b> - Milt always said whenever we took on a boat project we were about as efficient as two monkeys ....ing a football.
Recently we started introducing 2 guys to sailing. We leave the women on land and go out on friday nights. The hope is to actually race this fat pig (another name I came up with for an oday we looked at online) next year so we are working at teaching the rudimentary skills involved with being crew. (get the captain a beer, then trim the jib and other similar stuff) Harvey looked at me, said lets get this “ship of Fools" moving. We both kind of looked at each other and then it hit us...Of course, 2 mos or so ago we decided that after he gets hitched we were buying the women a J-22 so they could go do their Rolex Regatta stuff (and stay out of our hair) and the Flying Wasp would be in our possession for at least another year.
Now I feel like an old Duane Eddy tune - Have Name, will travel for boat !
To Brooke Wilson Small world for us 'Hoos. This one presently sails Lake Pleasant outside of Phoenix AZ and took his degree from the college in '74. However, I was just back in Virginia last week to take the son on the college tour, including, of course, to The University as well your town of Ashland to see both Randolph Macon and visit a former sister-in-law who lives there. Also, having recently re-acquainted with a former UVA classmate who still lives in my old home town of Alexandria, I am seriously contemplating a return to the Old Dominion, becoming a Potomac River sailor, and likely re-naming the boat from the singular to the plural "Hoos' Here". By the way, my information is that UVA's use of the name "Wahoo" actually originated from a derisive "cheer" made by the boys from Washinton & Lee during a long ago UVA - W&L football game. Impressed by the ability of the fish of that name to ingest vast quantities of liquid (and thus appear more formidable to its foes), the Virginia students (who also were well known for their ability to ingest vast quantities of liquid) adopted the intended insult, with pride, as their own. The incorporation of the cheer in the Good Old Song may be something of a 'chicken and egg' phenonmena.
Ron: I walked the Lawn in '73, so it's interesting that we were both on grounds at the same time. I went back to Cville from 1988 to 1993 as director of the Wesley Foundation (across Emmet Street from MemGym). My wife took her degree in '75, my daughter in '01, and my son will in '04. There's one more waiting in the wings (class of '08).
The wonderful thing about myth is that while origins are murky and often irrelevant, the basic truths remain constant.
Come on home to Virginia. Next time you're here, give me a holler.
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